Summertime, the weather's hotter
You're running out of holy water
I hate all your songs about having fun
Next to all the strip malls and the bleached out sun
Summertime is a tired muse
And all your punks are too cool for school
Everybody has a shiny car
And everybody knows a shining star well
I hate Santa Monica Boulevard
I hate Venice Beach
I hate Tarzana, too
Cause I hate Los Angeles well
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
Everybody has a bright green lawn
Down south where the water's gone
And everybody has a hand to shake
Politics and moves to make well
I want a better scene
Up north where the water's clean
I want what LA has without all the stuck up noses please
I hate Venice Beach
I hate Highland Park
I hate Tarzana too!
Cause I hate Los Angeles well
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate LA!)
I hate Los Angeles
Drive north!
(Hate LA!)
(Hate LA!)
(Hate LA!)
(Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I Hate LA (Hate LA!)
I hate Venice Beach
I hate The Echoplex
I hate Santa Monica Boulevard
I hate LA
Drive north